Lucy Fabray had just moved to Lima with her family. Her father had gotten a new job so they were starting over here. Her first day at her new middle school was different. She was going by her middle name, Quinn, to forget the bullying that happened in her elementary school. Quinn didn't look the same as she used to. She had lost a ton of weight and got a nose job. She wanted to start fresh and maybe become more like her older sister, Fran. Fran was popular. She had it all. She would always tell Quinn that she would be popular too one day, if she tried. Once Quinn had changed her looks Fran told her that she would be popular too, because she's pretty now. Quinn at first took the compliment as something good, because her sister had called her pretty, then she thought about it, she was only pretty because she had changed herself, so now she thought that she wasn't even pretty at all.
Over the weekend Fran invited over Sophia Lopez. They met at their high school and had become friends instantly. Sophia has a younger sister that's in the same grade as Quinn. Her name was Santana. The Lopez's had come over and Fran and Sophia had left their little sisters on the couch to go up to Fran's room and talk about boys. Santana and Quinn sat on the couch looking at the wall, awkwardly until Santana broke the silence.
"You're the pretty new girl that everyone's talking about at school aren't you?"
"Uh.. yeah I guess. Why?"
"No reason. Just curious." Santana said as she saw the picture's hanging on the wall. "Who is that?" She asked, looking at the picture of Lucy that was taken a few years ago.
"T-that's me."
"No way that's you. You wore glasses? "
"Yeah. I've got contacts now."
"Your nose is different."
"I got a nose job. My nose was ugly and I had broken it when I fell during gymnastics last summer." Quinn added.
"I guess the eyes are the same. They're pretty and hazel. They sparkle." Santana blurted out.
"Thanks." Quinn blushed.
"You're still pretty you know."
"You mean.. I'm still pretty even though I'm fake?"
"You're not fake. I mean, you're still pretty. As in this picture of you, is pretty. You're pretty, and now you look different, and you're still pretty."
"Really?" Quinn was confused. No one has ever thought that Lucy was pretty. She was Quinn now and she was fake, but she was still pretty.
"Yes really. It's my honest opinion. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I have kind of a reputation for that." Santana stated.
"Yeah, you're the one that everyone is afraid of."
"Santana Lopez. That's me, but if you ever hear about the bad stuff that I've done it's not really me, it's like my alter ego. The person I turn into when I'm angry. I call her Snixx."
"I hope I never have to meet Snixx then, because from what I've heard, she's pretty vicious."
"I can assure you that Snixx will never hurt you"
"Why is that?" Quinn raises an eyebrow.
"Because you're too pretty for that." Santana winked.
That night Quinn stayed up in her bed thinking about Santana, hoping that she'd see her again, either at school or at her house again. For once she knew what having a friend was like, and she really liked this friend.